Succubus Misfortunes

Chapter 1

1. 

The night was cold and dark, but the weather didn’t faze me much, I’d lived through out very different climatic phases and places to be bothered by that. I turned the corner of the street and noted that farther down, hidden by mundane households and businesses, stood the bar I was told to come to.

Flashing neon-lights adorned the façade, it blinked “AfterGlow” at every couple of seconds, and the rest of the scenario went along with the vibe. The walls were black and with no windows whatsoever, the door was tightly closed and built out of dark, thick wood. It appeared ordinary – in a dangerous, deviant way – but judging by the massive amount of vehicles in the parking lot, it was obvious that it was a pretty popular bar.

I already knew that, of course, that’s why Cedric sent me here. It was a formality, really, since there was no need for me to answer or give any justification to vampires – of all creatures – but I was in his area and I would be staying here for a while so it was just a way to prevent any pain in the ass I might have to face if I ever come across the Sherriff or one of his minions unnoticed.

The Sherriff of the Northwest was told to have a fierce reputation, and from what I gathered among my own bosses, he actually lived up to expectations. He was menacing, cunning, ingenious, intelligent, fearless, breathtakingly beautiful and an unforgettable lover – or so I heard. The last ones I couldn’t abide for, since I’d never seen him, but the others characteristics seemed plausible to me. One doesn’t live for so long without some essentials traits.

My heels clicked on the cemented floor and just before I reached the entrance with an extended arm ready to knock, the door flung open, blasting me with a hot breeze that came from the inside. It smelled of alcohol, several layers of perfumes, candles, humans and immortals. I didn’t have a sense of smell as good as the vampires – actually mine was pretty regular – but in places such as this one the evidence between species was too big not to notice.

At least to every supernatural creature like me.

A gorgeous blond stepped in front of me, eyebrow raised, lips pursued in a straight scorning line. Her hair was so light it looked almost as pale as her skin. The outfit she was wearing was slightly overdone with extra clingy spandex and leather material and her makeup was bordering on over-the-top gothic style. Still, she was remarkably beautiful. 

I eyed her carefully – fully aware of the up and down inspection she was giving me with her gaze. I stood still, not forcing my entrance but holding my place gracefully.

“What are you?” She snarled after, clearly, not recognizing what I am.

It was funny really, for such timeless creatures of darkness, vampires could be truly self-centered and oblivious to the underworld and the creatures that inhabit it. Creatures such as myself.

I gave her a seductive smile, I was good at that, I knew it wouldn’t sort any kind of effect – even if she was attracted to me, she didn’t know what I was, so she wouldn’t take the risk of falling over my charms – but I decided to put my expertise at practice anyway.

“Is the Sheriff here?” I asked calmly, still smiling.

Her perpetual raised eyebrow rose even further. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“I heard,” I complied. “But I’d prefer to talk to your boss. Is he here?” I wasn’t being pushy or mean or even arrogant. My voice was even and serene.

She studied me for a while, silence and awkwardness gathering around us, I was starting to feel like a science project being analyzed, but just before I could say something about it, she took a step back. “Wait here.” Blondie barked before speeding away.